Chapter 151: Tang Luo Frowned, Discovering the Matter Was Not Simple

This coldness was not the chill of temperature, but more like the impact and erosion of some special power.

It made one feel cold to the marrow while simultaneously feeling numb, gradually losing sensation.

Of course, all this was only for ordinary people.

Tang Luo held the beauty's neck without any effect, his fingers gradually beginning to tighten.

However, this beauty showed not the slightest discomfort; instead, she continued to ask in a clear, round voice, "Do you want to see my mouth?"

"Sure." Tang Luo thought for a moment, then let go.

The little hoodlums behind him had already realized the situation was very wrong.

Whether it was this "President Tang" or this mask-wearing woman who looked like a beauty, both seemed to be dangerous elements.

Unfortunately, this alley was a dead end, with residential courtyard walls on both sides, quite high at that; they didn't even have a place to run, and could only press tightly against the innermost wall.

"Then I'll show you."

The beauty's voice carried a hint of delight; if the scene were different, and a girl whispered like this in one's ear.

Some people would probably go weak on the spot — I mean, their legs.

The beauty slowly removed her mask, revealing a pretty mouth, though the color of her lips was slightly more vividly red.

"I thought she was the Slit-Mouthed Woman." Tang Luo was rather disappointed.

Wearing a mask and asking others if she's pretty — isn't that the characteristic of the Slit-Mouthed Woman from urban horror legends?

Turns out it's not after all this fuss.

Tang Luo's interest instantly vanished by more than half, and he immediately made a move.

"That works too—" The woman's smile hadn't even fully bloomed when Tang Luo's hand pressed on her head, using a backhand push to the side to make her head have intimate contact with the wall beside her.

The consequence of the contact was mutual destruction.

The incomplete head was almost embedded inside, yet not a drop of blood flowed out.

The beauty's body hung on the wall, twitched twice, then stopped moving.

"Kill—"

The few hoodlums let out frail screams, so panicked they didn't know whether to shout "murder" or "ghost."

"Where were we just now? Oh, sponsorship." Tang Luo turned to look at these hoodlums, not forgetting his fundamental purpose — begging for alms.

"Aaaah! Don't come over!"

The hoodlums made the sound of Bu Jingyun.

"Fine, then throw the sponsorship fee over here." Tang Luo lectured, "Also, after you go back, shave off all your gaudy, multicolored hair. No, dye it back to its original color, then study hard and make progress every day."

"Why be hoodlums when you have nothing better to do, just knowing how to cause trouble for people."

"Still thinking of going to find some so-called King of Beasts chuunibyou boy to fight? Forget it. Being a hoodlum has no future."

He recalled that his identity in the mission world was still a teacher.

Educating and guiding had a similar effect — both make people realize "the sea of suffering is boundless; turn back and you'll find the shore."

Being able to make these few hoodlums return to the right path is also a merit.

"..."

"..."

The hoodlums looked at each other in dismay; extorting money was one thing, but still having to educate them?

This is spiritual torture!

"How about this: next exam, everyone passes, and I won't take your sponsorship fee. How's that?" Tang Luo felt that compared to begging for alms, merit power was more important. "Which school are you from?"

"Shen... Shennai."

"Oh, what a coincidence." Tang Luo said, "I'm a teacher at Shennai; you can call me Teacher Tang."

Actually not that much of a coincidence; although this city has several high schools, there's only one Shennai nearby.

"Wait, didn't you just say you're the president of some club?" The smart hoodlum still remembered what Tang Luo had said.

"Both president and teacher; the capable bear more labor." Tang Luo said, "I'm also a renunciate; do I have to report that to you too?"

His tone rose slightly at the end.

Scaring these few little hoodlums into trembling.

Not running anymore! This guy is definitely the legendary killer!

Call the police! Call the police immediately after escaping!

"Come, tell Teacher Tang, which class are you in?" Tang Luo's smile was gentle, his eyes holding sighs and reminiscence.

Setting an example as a teacher, he had taught Sun Wukong and the others like this back then; under his guidance, the disciples' tempers had improved a lot.

They learned to mediate fights, and also learned to save people.

The few hoodlums reported their classes; turns out they were from the same class.

Think about it — a whole class producing a bunch of hoodlums isn't quite right; it proves the teacher's level isn't high.

"Alright, go on. Next exam, you must pass for me." Tang Luo made way.

"But the exam is in three days." The smart hoodlum said.

"Since you know, you still dare wander out in the middle of the night?" A teacher's dignity instantly radiated out. "Starting tonight, study with your head suspended from the beam and an awl piercing your thigh! If you don't pass, I'll stuff your heads into the wall!"

"..."

The few little hoodlums shivered, wanting to run but not fast enough, supporting each other like patients.

Tang Luo watched them leave, merit power slowly increasing.

Turning to look at that suspected Slit-Mouthed Woman thing, Tang Luo reached out and pulled it out.

In hand, it was still a piece of icy coldness.

"What is this thing? Not quite a ghost, not quite a yaoguai." Tang Luo examined it for a while, deciding to drag the corpse back home to study slowly.

If nothing unexpected happens, the survival pressure of this mission world comes from things like this.

It can't be lack of money, right? Although the pressure of being broke is indeed quite heavy, and people who commit suicide over money are not few.

Holding the "Half-Head Woman's" feet, Tang Luo walked on the silent street; under the dim lights, a long shadow was cast.

Yes, this Half-Head Woman had no shadow.

When she stood under the streetlamp just now, she didn't have one either; right under her feet where she originally stood, there happened to be a filthy patch that looked like a shadow.

"No shadow, make a note of that," Tang Luo thought to himself.

Returning to near the rental apartment, to avoid scaring neighbors who might not be asleep, Tang Luo very thoughtfully made the Half-Head Woman "Invisible."

It was just that when going upstairs, half a head kept bumping against the metal stairs, making "thump thump thump" sounds.

The merit cost of "Inaudible" would be quite a lot more.

Tang Luo didn't plan to waste it on the Half-Head Woman.

Back in the room, a pair of dark green eyes floated over in the darkness, sniffed at the Half-Head Woman, then raised its head and meowed.

Xiaotian Quan was asking Tang Luo what this thing was, where he picked it up from.

"Don't know what it is. I'm going to work during the day, you keep an eye on it." Tang Luo turned on the light, stuffed the Half-Head Woman under the bed.

This room only had this spot where things could be slightly hidden.

Early the next morning, Tang Luo woke from sleep, washed up, put on clothes, looked at the refined, scholarly handsome man in the mirror, and nodded in satisfaction.

Heading out to work!

There was still a little anticipation inside; thinking carefully, this was still Tang Luo's first truly proper, stable job.

The kind that parents and elders like very much, and is very popular in the marriage market.

Before transmigrating, after graduation he became a landlord, never worked.

After transmigrating he became a monk, that doesn't count as work; later as a great writer, a gourmet, those were more hobbies, didn't really make money, so they don't count as work either.

After returning it was just earning a bit of pocket money here and there.

"High school, there should be lots of youthful, beautiful girls, right? This world has quite an ACG vibe." Tang Luo thought, and his mood became sunny.

"Creak."

The door in front opened; Ms. Nitta Jun, whom he'd met last night, came out looking weary, also dressed for work.

"Good morning, Teacher Tang." Seeing Tang Luo, Nitta Jun greeted.

Although her looks weren't great, she undoubtedly had the Yamato Nadeshiko temperament; otherwise she wouldn't have patiently said so much to Tang Luo last night.

"Good morning." Tang Luo smiled and nodded.

"Um, Teacher Tang, what time did you come back last night?" The two went downstairs together; Nitta Jun asked.

"Not too sure, not very early. What's up?"

"Last night, I seemed to hear from the stairwell side, what sounded like strange noises." Nitta Jun's complexion wasn't too good.

"Oh, probably my footsteps coming back. Sorry if I disturbed you." Tang Luo said.

"No, it's not that." Nitta Jun said, "What I heard, it didn't feel like — wait, not just footsteps, but mixed with another sound, like something being dragged, constantly hitting the stairs."

"Oh, there's even that?" Tang Luo put on a puzzled expression, "I came back alone last night, wasn't dragging anything, you must have misheard."

"Is that so?" Nitta Jun said, "Sorry about that."

"It's fine, you look under a lot of pressure, mishearing is normal." Tang Luo said with a smile, "Then I'll head this way."

The location of Kamina High School, Tang Luo had naturally already figured out.

Not far from the rental place, no need to take a vehicle; walking twenty-odd minutes would get there.

Nitta Jun watched Tang Luo's departing back, her eyes holding doubt, and also a trace of fear and panic.

This new neighbor she'd only met a few times gave a feeling that was a bit scary.

"Situation's not right."

Walking into Kamina High School, the school's art style was beautiful as a painting, but the off feeling made Tang Luo frown, discovering things weren't simple.

On the left walked several boys in uniforms, arms around shoulders.

On the right also walked several boys in uniforms, horsing around.

Behind was a group with hands in pockets, walking with a swagger like ducks — boys.

A few steps ahead, a bald, beer-bellied unknown colleague.

So where were the promised youthful, energetic, cute, beautiful high school girls!

Tang Luo wasn't trying to do anything, but scientific research shows appreciating beauties benefits physical and mental health.

He's a wounded body, having a few thoughts isn't excessive at all.

"Hey."

Tang Luo reached out, grabbed a passing blond boy and asked, "Student, is our school a boys' school?"

Might as well resign; I have a mission to complete, how can I waste time in a place like this?

"Who are you?" The blond boy didn't answer, his tone instead quite arrogant.

"Can't you tell? I'm a teacher." Tang Luo's tone displeased; did he not look like one?

Being a master and all, he clearly had plenty of experience and insight.

"Heh." The blond boy sneered, you're a teacher and don't even know if the school is a boys' school, "You're a teacher, I'm the principal then."

Thinking not wearing a uniform makes you impressive, naive.

"Teacher Tang, did something happen?" A voice came from behind the two.

The blond boy's sneer hadn't even finished retracting; damn, this guy really is a teacher?

"Heh." This time it was Tang Luo's turn to sneer, "Go, copy 'Respect Teachers and Value the Way' a thousand times, hand it to me before school ends this afternoon, got it?"